The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the room, and the temperature seemed to rise a few degrees.

Yang Shuisheng's large, burning hand roamed freely over Liu Yulan's soft body. Liu Yulan felt her body growing weaker and her breathing becoming more rapid. All her senses were focused on that wicked hand and the hot breath on her ear.

Just as Yang Shuisheng's hands became increasingly restless, his fingertips already lifting the hem of her old shirt, touching the smooth skin of her waist, and attempting to explore further into that mysterious place, Liu Yulan's last remaining shred of reason suddenly awoke!

"No...no!"

She didn't know where the strength came from, but she grabbed Yang Shuisheng's wrist, which was about to slip into her waistband. Her voice was rapid and trembling with unbearable discomfort, but her tone was unusually firm: "Shuisheng... I really can't right now."

She opened her eyes, her watery pupils filled with a hazy lust, but deeper within was a clear-headed resistance and a hint of panic: "It's broad daylight, and my mother is still home. If she barges in, I... I'll be unable to face anyone."

Yang Shuisheng was in the middle of a great time when she suddenly stopped him, which made him a little unhappy. But when he saw Liu Yulan’s shy and scared expression, he suppressed his anger a little.

"Then...when will that be?"

He stopped moving, but remained close to her.

Liu Yulan bit her lips, which were slightly swollen from her kisses, and said shyly, "If you really want to, wait until tonight. I'll come to see you tonight, okay?"

at night?

Yang Shuisheng felt a surge of warmth in his heart and almost blurted out his agreement.

But the next second, Lin Wan's beautiful face flashed through his mind. There was a living person hiding in the house. If Liu Yulan went there at night and bumped into her, it would be incredibly embarrassing.

"No!" he blurted out almost instinctively.

Liu Yulan was taken aback, looked up at him, and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.

Was it just a passing fancy?

"My home isn't very convenient; someone might come looking for me at night."

Yang Shuisheng realized he had overreacted and quickly adjusted his expression, lowering his voice to explain, "How about... we go to the pond behind the mountain? It's quiet there, and there's definitely no one there at night."

Liu Yulan thought about it and agreed that it made sense.

Yang Shuisheng's house is right at the entrance of the village, so it is indeed easy for people to see it.

Nobody goes to the pond behind the mountain at night.

She blushed and nodded gently: "Okay... whatever you say."

Only after receiving permission was Yang Shuisheng satisfied. He stole a kiss on her lips before finally withdrawing his hand and sitting up straight.

The ambiguous atmosphere gradually dissipated, but the intimacy between the two grew stronger.

Liu Yulan quickly tidied her disheveled clothes and hair, her blush lingering for a long time.

She picked up the needle that had fallen onto her leg, threaded it again, took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, and continued sewing the last few stitches on the shirt.

Her hands were still trembling a little, but she managed to finish the job smoothly.

"Okay, take a look."

Liu Yulan handed the mended shirt to Yang Shuisheng. The tear was perfectly stitched up with fine stitches, and it was indeed difficult to notice unless you looked closely.

"Sister-in-law Yulan's cooking is really good, thank you." Yang Shuisheng accepted the gift and praised her sincerely.

"Why are you being so polite with me..." Liu Yulan said softly, her head bowed.

Yang Shuisheng didn't linger. After briefly instructing Zhao Hu to be careful, he took the mended clothes and left.

When I got home, I pushed open the broken wooden door and a faint smell of smoke mixed with a burnt smell wafted out.

"What are you doing?"

Yang Shuisheng was taken aback. He looked up and saw Lin Wan bending over the stove, holding a handful of dry grass, frantically trying to light the fire.

She was still wearing that light yellow floral dress, but the hem and cuffs were stained with dust, and there were a few black marks on her face, making her look somewhat disheveled.

There were only a few wisps of smoke coming from the stove; the flames never caught.

On the cutting board next to it were two bowls, a bundle of noodles, and two eggs.

It looks like she wants to cook noodles.

Seeing Yang Shuisheng return, Lin Wan felt like she had seen a savior. She straightened up, somewhat embarrassed, and wiped the sweat from her forehead, only to make the black mark spread even wider.

"I noticed you weren't back yet, so I was thinking of cooking some noodles for lunch, but the fire... I just can't seem to get it going."

Yang Shuisheng smiled helplessly. How could a young lady raised in the city know how to cook on a rural earthen stove?

Being able to think of cooking noodles is already a great effort to adapt.

Looking at her cat-like face and her expectant yet helpless eyes, Yang Shuisheng even felt like laughing.

"I'll do it."

He walked over, casually put the mended clothes aside, and took the hay and matches from her hands.

"If you keep doing this, you won't get any food until dark." He said calmly, but without any blame.

He skillfully cleaned the stove, re-stacked the firewood, lit it with dry grass, and gently blew on it a few times. The orange-red flames shot up quickly, igniting the firewood.

The firelight illuminated his calm profile.

Lin Wan stood to the side, watching his skillful movements with a hint of admiration in her eyes, but also a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you again."

"It's okay, go wash your face, you're all covered in grime," Yang Shuisheng said without looking up.

Lin Wan blushed and quickly ran to the water vat to scoop water to wash her face.

Soon, two bowls of clear broth noodles were served, each with a poached egg on top.

Although it was simple, it was hot and comforting, which was quite good for the two who were hungry. They finished eating in silence, and Lin Wan took the initiative to clean up the dishes and wash them.

"I need to go to the field this afternoon to water the vegetables."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at the sky and said to Lin Wan, who was wiping the table, "You stay home and don't go anywhere. Don't open the door for anyone, understand?"

It's hot in the summer, and I've been taking care of Lin Wan in the mountains for the past few days. If I don't water the plants soon, the seedlings in the field will probably die of drought.

"I understand, you can go without worry." Lin Wan nodded.

Yang Shuisheng picked up the kettle, which was still filled with diluted medicine. But as soon as he opened the courtyard gate, before he could even step out, he saw a figure walking towards his house, looking somewhat hesitant.

The visitor was none other than Yu Jian, the village head.

He was also carrying a net bag, which seemed to contain two packets of pastries.

When he saw Yang Shuisheng come out, he didn't hesitate. He immediately put on a smile and quickened his pace to walk over.

"Shuisheng! I was just looking for you."

Yu Jian said with a smile, but the smile looked a bit forced and awkward.

"Is there something you need, Director Yu?"

Yang Shuisheng stopped and looked at the village chief, who usually held considerable power in the village but also looked down on him.

"Well, that's how it is." Yu Jian walked closer and handed over the net in his hand. "I heard from Qianwei that you helped that girl Qianwei a few days ago in town."

"As a father, I am very grateful. Please take this as a token of my appreciation. Don't think it's too little."

"Director Yu, you're too kind."

Yang Shuisheng didn't take it, but just looked at Yu Jian: "It's a small matter, no need for this. Take the things back."

"No, no, no, how can a life-saving favor be a small matter?"

If it weren't for Yang Shuisheng, my daughter would have inevitably suffered a loss.

Yu Jian's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned, as he forcefully shoved the net bag into Yang Shuisheng's hand: "Take it! Otherwise, I'll feel bad."

"Really, you don't need to."

Yang Shuisheng took a step back to avoid his hand: "I just happened to run into you. If you really feel bad about it, take better care of Sister Cuihong and her daughter, as well as other orphans and widows in the village. That's better than sending me things."

Yu Jian felt embarrassed by what he said and awkwardly withdrew his hand, but still kept the things in his hand.

"Hey, Shuisheng," he said, his eyes darting around, before changing the subject, "I heard you're on the candidate list for the village cadre election this time. Don't worry, I'll definitely cast my vote, and the few votes I can mobilize, for you."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at him, knowing exactly what was going on.

Yu Jian was simply trying to curry favor with Kun Ge in town, since he seemed to be doing quite well and had even made contact with him.

As for expressing gratitude, that's just a pretense.

"Selecting cadres is everyone's business. If someone is selected, it's because everyone trusts them. If they aren't selected, it's no big deal. There's no need to do this."

Seeing that he was unyielding, Yu Jian became a little anxious.

Why is Yang Shuisheng so stubborn?

He thought for a moment, then offered another benefit: "By the way, I heard you rented two acres of land from Bai Qinglian? That kind of land can't function without fertilizer."

"Fertilizer is hard to get these days; you need ration coupons!"

"Here's what I'll do: I'll try to get you some fertilizer quotas, and I guarantee your crops will grow well."

fertilizer?

Yang Shuisheng remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he sneered, thinking, "Does he need that thing?"

His inherited planting methods, combined with the simplified medicinal solution of Lingwu Powder, are better than any chemical fertilizer.

Not only do crops grow well, but the soil quality also gradually improves after the land is sprayed with pesticides for a long time.

"No need, Director Yu. My land doesn't need chemical fertilizers. I appreciate your kindness."

Yu Jian was truly at his wit's end.

She doesn't want this, she doesn't want that, she's impervious to all reason and pressure.

His reputation as the village chief has been completely shattered.

But he came today not only to express his gratitude, but also for another, more important purpose.

He had intended to appease Yang Shuisheng before discussing the matter further, but now he couldn't care less about that.

Seeing that his attempt to bribe him had failed, the smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a more serious expression.

"Shuisheng, since you've put it this way, I'll be frank with you."

He took a deep breath, looked at Yang Shuisheng, and his tone became serious, even carrying a hint of warning: "You saved Qianwei, and I, Yu Jianji, will remember this favor. I've thanked you for everything I could, but..."

He paused, stared into Yang Shuisheng's eyes, and said, word by word, "I hope you understand that Qianwei is going to study at a university in the provincial capital."

"Her future is in the city; she wants to marry a cultured city man with a job and settle down there."

"We're grateful that you saved her, but don't think too much about it. You two aren't on the same side."

I hope you'll listen to me.